Today and tomorrow I am moving. Tomorrow I am leaving the house I have lived in since 2001 for a new—and very different--house a few miles away. I am not sentimental about houses, even the one where I raised my three children.

I am, however,…

A few months after my brain surgery in 1992, I told my neurologist that I felt like my brain was on fire and that I was reading a book every couple of days.

I fell in love with reading in 6th grade when Ms. Paolini required me to read Jonathon…

“That blog post was too long.”

“That newsletter was way too long.”

“I’d read your stuff if you could just give me the summary.”

Some blog posts are long. Some blog posts are short. But the length of the post is no representation of its value or…

I remember how my old man “taught” me to swim. He launched me into the deep end of the swimming pool. I think I was four years old. I replaced the water I was taking in through my mouth and nose with tears as I struggled to tread water. By the…